Catacombs Of Terror

Deformed face from the terror�In captivity of fear and on the verge of insanityBetween the cold walls of the terror-empireIn my dark tunnels guides me the voice of fireYou feel how death inhalesYour rotting� rotting soul

From the grotesque damp stone wallsInhuman voices are leaking acrossBefore your eyes you can seeThe endless anger of the katharsis

You wake up between the flamesBut you can�t feel heat around youThis is just the beginning of the journeyEverything became dust behind you�